Backpack

my backpack's done it's journey.

these feet; too used to move,

the lamp, overhead, Blinding.

Shadows welcome me home.

Finally in the right place;

a place that will not go.

Found a friend along the road.

Worth more than a thousand men

She seems to like me, so...

From here on out, this is my place,

full Stop, my wanderings cease.

My backpacks' done its journey,

these hands unused to rest,

Light above me shining,

draws out the paths below.

I'll find my way beguiling,

taking my fair share;

you'll notice when I've gone away

when you sense me in the air.

now, I've found a constant familiarity,

forever blooming, this tree be,

we are a family unit,

quilted if you must,

tattered, shorn, and proud,

we put titanium to rust.

These roots, they are a-growing

Deeper, bit by bit;

slowly inching, entertwining

Three Hearts into a Home.